Taking a stand

Albeit a minor one, but taking a stand nonetheless.

I’ve waffled back and forth about this for years and finally decided to do what felt right. I’ve had a love/hate relationship with Facebook for years. On the plus side, it’s pretty satisfying to post a happy event and get 60 “likes” from friends and acquaintances. On the downside, it’s run by Mark Zuckerberg. A guy who could is all-to happy to take payment in rubles from outside influences intent on wrecking this country. It doesn’t seem right to participate.

His excuse is not wanting his company to have to be the “arbiters of truth” and I get that. It’s a tough proposition. But maybe after he cashes his check for $5B we can have that discussion about first world pain and suffering. Give me a break.

Twitter isn’t much better. Jack Dorsey should have suspended Trump’s account years ago for violating Twitter policy. Finally, after years of using his power to send subtle hints to his “2A group” and lying through his teeth unchallenged, Twitter qualified one of his tweets with a pointer to some accurate information. But at least it’s not a total pansy.

It doesn’t help Zuckerberg’s case that he wines and dines with the Republican establishment. I have just lost all respect for the guy and no longer want to participate in his platform.

The truth is, probably 90% of the friends I had on Facebook won’t even notice. My bad for posting too much political activist content over the years. That content isn’t for everyone and I get that. People use the platform for vastly different reasons. It’s all good. No judgement. I’ll miss keeping up with what’s been going on in the lives of friends, neighbors and acquaintances for sure. In retrospect we probably didn’t need to post all of our meals on there. It’s possible to do TMI and I may have posted at annoying levels at times. Probably guilty. Oh well.

The other thing I got to thinking about is the time sink that social media can be. If not careful, it can be sort of addicting. I got to thinking about several people I know who either don’t have a Facebook account, or had one and gave it up. They are all doing fine. Maybe it would be a positive thing to model them? I dunno, those thoughts crossed my mind for sure. Live in the moment as they say. I’ll be spending a little more time on the blog. I can say what I want here and people can decide if they want to read opinion pieces or not.

Random thoughts. Not a big deal. Just life. Carry on.

The real reason he’ll lose

It boggles the mind that even after all the criminal exposure Trump has had these past 4 years, combined with all the other blunders that he is still within range of pulling off an electoral college victory. Write it off to that’s how cults work I guess.

Had he shown a modicum of presidential character he would probably have 2020 sewn up. Republicans, expert yarn spinners when it comes to their trickledown sales pitch would probably be in position to carry the day November 3rd. It takes a lot to give back the advantage of incumbency, but Trump is on course. He won’t lose because Joe Biden is an awesome candidate who inspires hope in people. He’ll lose because he’s an asshole.

Gravity

From Keely, Barry, Erick, Scott, and Sandin at the Sweetbrier Inn, Tualatin circa 2000.

Simply amazing.   We were spoiled living so close.

You’re the Biggest Part of me

Ain’t Nobody

Minute by Minute

Summertime

Georgie Porgie

Crazy Love

Birmingham

This Masquerade

Blue Bossa

Get Here

I’ll be Over You

Centerpiece

Simple Life

Arthur’s Theme

Fields of Gold

Stand by me

Norwegian Wood

Who will be the fool / What you won’t do for love

Class of 2020

I just finished watching the tribute to the class of 2020 and was struck by the job the producers did in representing a very diverse America.  The graduating seniors have had a tough go of it this year, but they are a talented bunch and I don’t think they are fooled by the messaging of Trump’s Republican party.   They know they are witnessing white man’s last vestiges of holding onto power.

Barack Obama, class guy that he is, delivered a nice speech to the graduating class where there was strong messaging about not ceding your power to the older generation because they’re quite capable of screwing things up.  You’re going to have to get involved, ie. vote.  Trump is completely incapable of delivering such a speech.  He would have made it about him and blathered on about what a great job he’s doing on the pandemic.

Let’s hope the kids get out there and register to vote.

The fort

With the summer of 1970 in full swing and no responsibilities in sight, I found myself hanging out with the neighbor kid behind where we lived brainstorming on what we were going to do with ourselves that day.  On one side of his house, there was a large pile of scrap wood.  A real bonanza of a stockpile.  It had everything from 1/2″ plywood sheets, 2×4’s, 1×2’s and 4×4’s to misc. 3/4″ pieces of various sizes. I know, let’s build a fort! 

Jon’s dad wasn’t home at the moment and his mom didn’t seem to care what happened to that wood so we were good to go.

With an abundance of wood, we could build the coolest fort the neighborhood had ever seen.  I’d built a couple of tree forts prior to this, but those were merely boards between a couple of branches up high to sit on.  This was going to be an impressive structure.

We couldn’t be bothered with architecting anything for this endeavor, we were in too much of a hurry to have a fort.  I made a quick trip home and returned with a handsaw, hammer, and some nails and before you knew it we were on our way.

We could tell from the stockpile of wood that there was about enough material to make a structure that was going to be approximately 4′ high by 6′ long and 3′ deep.  It was going to have an open entrance and some see-through slots that would act as natural windows without having to cut an actual window slot out.

As the afternoon heat set in, the hand sawing ended up being the most challenging part. We would take turns sawing through a big longboard for our sides and top before slapping it on with a few nails.  Often we would saw 3-4 inches, rest, saw a few more inches, rest.  My arms grew numb after a while but we had our sights on the end product and it was going to be a thing of beauty.

By later afternoon we were sweaty, dusty, and tired, but our structure was coming together. Jon’s dad came home a little after 5pm and checked in on our project.  He was impressed with what we had done with the boards.  We felt like we had really accomplished something.  He likes it.  Whew!

The very next day we were enjoying the fruits of our labor and naturally making big plans for phase II.  There was one thing about the fort though.  It was reasonably square at its sides, but overall it had a little wobble to it.

The wobble bothered me, and it felt a little like unfinished business.  Easy enough to fix though, I said to myself.  All we need to do is attached the fort to the house.   I don’t think Mr. Alger will mind.

So we dragged the fort to where it was butted up against the house for fastening, then proceeded to drive several nails from the side of the fort into the house.  Top and bottom for maximum stability.

There, much better!  Hardly any wobble.

Jon’s mom made us lunch that day so we could take it out to the fort.  We spent the rest of the day inside trying to figure out how we could ever top this accomplishment.

Mr. Alger did come home that evening and was not pleased that he now had a 72 square ft. addition to his house.  Free of charge mind you! Some guys are just natural complainers.  And that was the end of the fort project.

Breath in, Lyrics out

(Written in the early 2000’s about a local band)

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Ever wonder what might happen if you took time out to tap into your creative side? Ruby Red’s lead singer Robin Brantley did. The singer/songwriter believes that practicing meditation and following her instincts led her to where she is today – writing hit songs, playing guitar in a band, connecting with audiences in live performance, and loving every minute of it.

Ruby Red is an all-original band with mainstream appeal. Brantley does the songwriting and arranging for the group consisting of herself on acoustic guitar, husband Dave on harmony and percussion, Mark Horn on keys, Chad Crabtree on bass, Brett Hobbs on drums and Jesse Cruz on lead guitar. Considered by most a “crossover” band – (somewhere in-between rock and country), Ruby Red combines acoustic melodies with edgy guitar effects, stimulating drum fills and strong female vocals to bring Brantley’s lyrics to life. The crossover genre is a logical fit considering Brantley’s musical influences are Chrissie Hynde, Sheryl Crow, Patsy Cline, and Loretta Lynn.

The band was formed in 2003 and achieved early success with airplay of Brantley’s song “I Know” on KINK radio. Since then the group has been building on that success, playing bigger venues and getting more recognition as they gain exposure in the PDX music scene.

“The opportunities are really starting to come our way” explains Brantley, in reference to two movie soundtrack deals she’s been working on. One that she is particularly excited about, “Have Mercy! Confessions of the Original Rock ‘N’ Roll Animal”, is based on the life of Wolfman Jack. That plus the opportunity to open for Eddie Money at Esther Short Park in Vancouver is evidence that the band is gaining considerable momentum.

In the studio, Ruby Red has recently completed, “Tall Enough for This Ride” which contains 12 originals including “Mary”, which has seen air time on KUPL. While “Mary” might be the single noticed early, tracks 1 (Second to Nature) and 8 (Say You Need Me) are high energy arrangements backed by solid musicianship that could do even better.

While the rewards have been many, Brantley is the first to admit that pursuing a career in music is a lot of hard work. She sites dealing with band turnover as the most difficult aspect of the job. When Cruz has added a few years ago, over 50 hopefuls were auditioned. The process takes its toll but has its rewards. “Jesse is perfect for us” says Brantley with a glow.

Songwriting is the part that comes easiest to the alluring rocker. Lyrics come to her at all times of the day and night, including in her dreams. Brantley credits meditation. “I feel it’s more than a coincidence”, she says, “that this started happening right after I started practicing meditation.”

Brantley is more than just a pretty face on stage though. She’s an ambitious, business-savvy entrepreneur who understands how to get results in managing and marketing a band. She credits local legends Sonny Hess and Lisa Mann as two role models who have influenced her career. Hess and Mann’s experience, mentoring, and encouragement have been invaluable to her as she navigates through the mine-field that can be the music business.

Brantley is now a firm believer and practitioner of taking time out for inward reflection and meditation. Ruby Red hopes she can continue to channel the lyrics all the way to Nashville.

The curse of Jack

I want I want. There aren’t enough hours in the day to satisfy my endless list of wants. And it’s not getting any easier as I go through mid-life. Fortunately, the list doesn’t include much in the way of material things. Instead, I suffer from a bad case of too many interests which results in a daily tug-of-war over how I should spend my time.

Wikipedia defines “Jack of all trades, master of none” as “a figure of speech used in reference to a person who is competent with many skills but is not outstanding in anyone.” That would be me. On the plus side, I consider myself to be a well rounded, versatile sort, conversant on a variety of subjects. On the downside, I meander through life unfocused, never rising above mediocrity. Alas, the value of the multi-tasking Ninja is suspect. It’s an illusion. True accomplishment and fulfillment remain a big tease. I learn to play the signature riff but never finish the whole song. I add the book to my shelf, but never master the subject. I wear the fashionable jacket with the letter, but remain hopelessly stranded on J.V. I torture myself in a long buffet line of great smelling food while holding a small salad plate and no idea where the forks are.

Oh, how I envy those who figure out their life’s purpose at an early age. How nice it must be to employ the talents each of us has been given, engaging in fulfilling endeavors with no regrets about how the time was spent.

In an ideal world, parents would expose kids to a wide variety of experiences; let them see for themselves which ones they are good at, and sit back and watch nature take its course while they narrow the list down. Hopefully, by the time they reach college age, they will see a good fit between their natural talents and a major field of study and a hobby or two they really enjoy. My problem is, I gained a wide variety of experiences in spades, but nothing ever dropped off the list. It’s a cruel form of nature that prunes my list, only because I’ve learned the hard way that I don’t function very well on less than 8 hours of sleep.

I want to play guitar like Carlos Santana, the piano like Billy Joel, write op-ed pieces for the NY Times and be the local movie buff with instant recall of movie trivia. I want to run a marathon, hit the slopes on weekends, do Cycle Oregon and hike around the Mt. Hood trail. I want to collect Beatles memorabilia, do amazing stunts on water skis, and go sailing every year in the San Juan’s. I want to trade stocks and make people wonder if I’m clairvoyant.

I want to start a side business, coach youth soccer, build furniture and travel to Italy. I want to get my handicap down to 5, fly fish in southern Oregon, read all the important novels and volunteer down at the Oregon Foodbank. I want season tickets to Oregon football and to visit all of the Pac 10 stadiums with my sons. I want to be considered an expert level Perl programmer, a UNIX guru, and tech whiz. I want to be a great Dad, Granddad, and all-around family guy, with kids who are independent, self-sufficient, thoughtful and considerate adults.

It’s frustrating because I now require a large house, a three-car garage, and a storage unit to store all of this stuff that I use maybe once a year (not to mention the cost of purchasing it all).   The worst part is, I’ve spread my time so thinly across these activities that I’m not really very good at any of them. I’m just thankful that I wasn’t exposed to scuba diving because that gear looks really expensive.

This year, instead of recycling my list of New Year’s resolutions, I’m determined to simplify down to a single want: an ah-ha moment. An awakening. An epiphany. A vision that clues me in as to which of these minuscule talents to focus on. Surely this knowledge will lead me down the path to enlightenment. Then I promise to let go of all the other forms of mediocrity that I engage in, have a huge garage sale and focus on whatever it is until someone says “Hey, you’re really good at that.”

Tim and Jim

(This was an article I wrote in 2007 if memory serves.  The Tualatin times afforded me the opportunity to write a piece for their Living Section and this article was featured).

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Sometimes a last name isn’t necessary — Elvis, Elton, Jimi, Mick.

Around Tualatin, the phrase “Tim and Jim” is synonymous with local legends Tim Ellis and Jim Walker, who bring their unique style of entertainment to Hayden’s Lakefront Grill Lounge most Friday and Saturday nights.

On the surface, the idea of an acoustic guitar duo in a hotel lounge may not conjure up images of an evening you’ll want to immediately go text your friends about, but Ellis and Walker are anything but your typical lounge lizard act. They have branded their own style of performance.

It would be hard to categorize their eclectic range of material into a single genre. From Irish Folk Ballads to Simon and Garfunkel, Led Zeppelin to The Beatles’ “Helter Skelter”, they’ve got the bases covered. “Versatility has always been important to us” explains Ellis.

What’s different about Ellis and Walker is the improvisational aspect of the performance. “There is no setlist”, said Ellis. “Everything is very dynamic.”

They are likely to start a marathon medley of songs at 7:30pm and not come up for air until 10pm. As if joined at the hip, they execute seamless song transitions with little more than a head nod or a whisper.

“It’s a balanced attack on chaos”, added Walker. If we’re in a particular rhythm, one of us will think of a song that will either maintain the flow or at least be in a similar key.”

Whatever the formula, it appears to be working. The energy coming from the stage is utterly contagious.

In the greater Portland area journeymen, Ellis and Walker need no introduction. Both have well-established careers in the music business. Ellis has shared the stage with ‘A-List’ performers such as Tom Petty, Robben Ford, and Michael MacDonald. Walker has opened for Little Feat, Karla Bonoff, and Boz Scaggs to name a few.

Considered by his peers to be in that elite class of guitar players, Ellis brings incredible musicianship to the stage and will occasionally take the lead singer role.

Walker is the singer/songwriter of the pair and does most of the lead vocals.

Besides the basic ingredients of impressive musicianship and vocals, Ellis and Walker differentiate themselves from the field with their unique arrangements. When going to see Tim and Jim, expect the unexpected.

Halfway through Loggins and Messina’s “You Need a Man”, they may take a hard left into the signature riff of “Smoke on the Water” which completely catches you off guard, and then return to where they left off on “You Need a Man.” Right about the time you’re saying to the person sitting next to you “Now that was cool”, they do it again, only this time with “Stairway to Heaven.”

It completely disrupts any attempt you were having at a conversation because you feel compelled to pay attention for fear of missing what’s coming next.

Customers appreciate the way Ellis and Walker complement each other. Wayne Wischman, a regular at Haydens who estimates he’s seen Tim and Jim 50 times comments, “The chemistry just works and the sound is great. Jim gets to focus on his strong suit – singing, and Tim gets to let loose with free reign on creative guitar solos.”

Scattered throughout the evening they will perform a smattering of Walker’s originals, which in many cases are just as familiar to the regulars as the cover songs.

Walker’s lyrics are full of imagery. Sometimes dark, at times irreverent, and occasionally humorous, his songs succeed at connecting with a feeling or memory, often bringing back that anti-establishment sentiment from the ’60s.

Explains Walker, “I try to put you in a mood when I write. The imagery is to help my songs be like a cool movie you remember. The irreverence comes from childhood experiences and growing up questioning authority.”

Walker is indifferent to commercial success with his songwriting, though singles like “Empty Emily” and “Feet in my Shoes” are crowd favorites at Hayden’s and have done well by word of mouth and exposure on the Internet.

Ellis stands out as an accomplished guitar player in performance but is perhaps better known around Portland as the guy you go to if you want a top studio musician on your CD. As co-owner of Kung Fu Bakery Recording Studio, he’s well-positioned to tap into his strong suit — recording.

Walker notes, “The best thing about working with Tim in the studio is that he can hear a song once and nail the second guitar part on the first or second take. He has a gift for hear it, play it.”

Ellis frequently records and performs with other well known Portland area musicians such as Craig Carothers, Tom Grant, Mary Kadderly, Michael Allen Harrison, and John Nilsen.

While completely content with what they are doing now, Ellis and Walker confess their dream project would be to get involved with “a cool film with a real budget.” Both grew up in Los Angeles and have connections with the movie industry.

For those who have experienced the cozy confines of Hayden’s, it’s easy to understand why the duo’s popularity creates a bit of a challenge for the staff. The lounge is frequently jam-packed from start to finish on Friday and Saturday evenings.

“Our phones start ringing about Wednesday with calls from customers wondering if Tim and Jim will be performing this weekend”, said General Manager Jeff Munden.

For Walker and Ellis, the appeal is the freedom to be creative in a live setting and the free reign owner Bill Hayden gives them. “It’s very collaborative”, said Ellis.   “We work with Bill, not for him. Our interests run parallel. We understand the goal is to provide a great experience for customers.”

Munden points out, “The advantage of Hayden’s is that it provides top talent in the suburbs in a smoke-free environment with no cover charge.”

For local residents, let’s face it we’re spoiled. The talent to play much bigger venues exists.

“I’ve never liked being under the microscope” admits Walker. “Somehow hanging out with big names separates you from the people you really want to be close to.”

“I just want to get up every morning and be excited about what’s on the schedule for today”, added Ellis.

For now, Tualatin area residents can take advantage of some extraordinary live music close to home, but it does beg the question from a familiar Billy Joel tune:

“… they sit at the bar and put bread in my jar

And say, man, what are you doin’ here?”